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Characters:Dire, DeltaRated: PG-13Summary:Dire and Delta find a place to lie low after their unexpected arrival in this universe.OOC Date: January 10, 2018IC Date: January 10, 2018Where: Abandoned Automobile Factory, Bronx, New York

It's been a day. After a surprise arrival in an alternate dimension with no immediate way of getting back, it seemed like a good time to go looking for a quiet place to figure out what to do next. Which in this case is an old rundown automobile factory, which has been mostly stripped of equipment save for some old, moldering machinery that it wasn't worth removing.

Dire sets down in her armor, landing, her armor tromping as she looks around. "DIRE SUPPOSES THIS WILL DO, AT LEAST TEMPORARILY."

Delta drops to the ground behind her boss, her landing a lot quieter considering her armor is maybe a quarter of the mass. "I dunno, Boss. There's serious metal fatigue in all the load-bearing members, the wiring is substandard, it's completely inadequate for our power needs, and the neighborhood is like a demilitarized zone." Beat. And then the black armored figure starts snickering.

"IF DIRE WAS BUILDING A CONTAINMENT UNIT, THIS WOULD BE AN ISSUE." There's a soft hiss as her armor unseals, the mask shifting with her as she steps out of it, hopping down in her zero suit as she stretches, her blonde hair rumpled and mussed. She reaches up and tugs off the mask, sighing as she looks around. "Dire has had worse, however. First, homework for you, Delta. See if you can start pulling useful information off the grid here, if there's range."

Delta pulls off her own helmet, reaching around and letting it attach to the small of her back, before shaking her own ponytail free. "Okay. Let's see…. No broadcast power… Some REALLY weird data channels… What the fuck's a Verizon? …Spoofing… Yeah, this place sucks. It's… It's not even a grid. It's so /slow/. Oh hey, this google thing has maps. Transferring them to your HUD." She wiggles a finger in Dire's direction, reaching out to put a gauntlet on the woman's shoulder.

Dire scrubs her face, then slides her mask back into place to review it. "HMM. SO WE ARE NO LONGER IN ICON CITY, BUT IN NEW YORK. AND THERE DOESN'T APPEAR TO BE AN ICON CITY ON THESE MAPS, BUT THERE IS SOMEPLACE CALLED METROPOLIS…AND GOTHAM CITY?" She leans back against one of the rusted out pieces of machinery. "HOW ARE THEY TRANSFERRING POWER, IF NOT BY BROADCAST TOWER?"

Delta blinks as she switches vision modes, a quick burst of her gravitics taking her up through the hole in the ceiling again, rotating slowly, and dropping back down. "Wires. It's all wires. Like you said Mariposa was. And I smell lots of petroleum exhaust. What the hell /happened/ here?"

Dire folds her arms. "THE YEAR IS 2017. WE ARE NOT IN THE PAST. SO SHE ASSUMES THAT THIS IS THE CURRENT TECHNOLOGICAL LEVEL OF THIS PARTICULAR VERSION OF EARTH." She sighs. "SHE ALSO THINKS THIS IS GOING TO MAKE FINDING REASONABLY USEFUL CONVENTIONAL TECHNOLOGY DIFFICULT, BUT WE SHALL DEAL."

Delta's eyes go unfocused a bit as she stares off into the distance. "Oh hey, online encyclopedia. Tesla… He ran out of money. And never had any powers. Died alone and broke in a hotel." She'd never met Tesla, but from what she'd heard… He was pretty awesome. "Herowise… Oh hey. Look up Iron Man." She flicks another file over.

"THAT'S…SAD." Dire admits. She always did admire Tesla a bit. He really did try to make the world a better place, until capitalism killed his plans. She starts perusing the file. "THEY'RE JUST CREATING FUNCTIONAL MAN-SIZED EXOSUITS? THAT'S ALSO SAD. THOUGH THIS SEEMS TO BE AN INTERESTING DESIGN…" she admits. "THIS ARC REACTOR SOUNDS INTRIGUING."

Delta nods. "Yeah. Lessee.. Stark Industries…" Her eyes widen suddenly, the woman almost staggering. "FUCK! Nope. Not trying to go in there again. That /hurt/. …From what I saw on Stark's website, he apparently built the original suit when some terrorists captured him. At least that's what the public bit said."

Dire hmms. "AI SYSTEM?" she wonders. "THIS STARK SEEMS TO BE THE MOST SUPERIOR ENGINEER ON THE PLANET…PERHAPS NEXT TO THIS RICHARDS PERSON." Her brow furrows behind her mask. "…HE REMINDS DIRE TOO MUCH OF DOCTOR QUANTUM. PERHAPS WE'LL JUST AVOID HIM FOR THE MOMENT."

"Certainly acted like it." Delta rubs her temples. "I mean, I start poking around the firewall, and this British guy's asking me what I'm doing there, then slams the door in my face." She opens her eyes, nodding again. "…Yeah, best we stay away from him. He's rich, and apparently has a MASSIVE ego. …Although he also has a thing for women. Might be an in. Later, though. Right now…" She looks around the warehouse again, wincing. "…Maybe we could set up in some of those old offices for now? I think I saw an ad for a store with prefab furniture. …I'm not going to sit around and play generator like last time, though. Being tethered to the wall /sucks/." The brunette sticks her tongue out again, gently punching her boss' shoulder.

Dire shakes her head. "DIRE MEANT THIS MR. FANTASTIC. THIS STARK MAY BE USEFUL FOR SOME OF HIS TECHNOLOGY, PERHAPS." She glances over at you, tilting her head, before she tugs her mask off again. "Many men have a thing for women." she points out, frowning slightly as she wanders over towards the office. "Dire feels she will need to build some anti-vermin drones first…."

"Oh. That guy. …Also, I need clothes. I don't think I can just walk into a building looking like this. Not unless there's a convention on or something. Do you have anything in your storage compartment that fits you at least? And yeah. This place is a wreck. I'm glad I can turn off my nose."
Delta grins wryly.

Dire sighs. "…Dire does not. And she suspects we will not be able to pull off the 'we're cosplayers' gambit twice." She taps her zero suit absently, then wrinkles her nose. "Food will also be necessary. And local currency."

Delta grins. "See, this is why you should've built me the active camo armor mod like I asked." She giggles, before getting back to serious time. "…Okay, a place like this has to have a locker room somewhere, right? Maybe someone left something in there? I could hack another online poker site so I could see everyone's hands again. That worked once." She's rambling but… It's productive rambling.

"Likely very easily, considering the quality of their…Internet?…security." She hmms. "She is not sure any clothing left in this place would be wearable in public, but it's worth a try."

Delta sighs. "…Am I going to have to break into somewhere just to steal clothes? This… This is not going to be fun. Well, kinda fun. But risky. And I only just /got/ here, so I'd rather not be wanted by the police already. …Hang on, maybe you could reprogram one of the resource harvesting robots to make cloth? Like, recycle the old stuff into usable clothes? And there was that old couch a few blocks over…."

"Dire would have to build said robots, which requires parts, which require either currency or a source of components." she points out. "Otherwise, yes, she could do that. Possibly not from a couch, however." She frowns thoughtfully. "Dire could probably get them herself, if needed. She would likely get odd looks, but money is still required to peaceably acquire clothing."

Delta nods. "Yeah. I mean, I could probably go out too. If I take all the plates off, this thing looks like a wet suit. I think I did see some outdoor washing lines on my way over here too. There's always luck of the draw. Needing cash sucks though. …I don't suppose you've got any gold bars or something in there?" She gestures towards the suit again.

Dire reaches over to pop a compartment on the armor, pulling out a short stack of glittering gold coins. "She has kugerands, but they might draw attention in this world. Or at least, seen as fake versions." she says. "Even without that, we would need to find a place to buy them to convert them, if the banks here would not take them."

Delta ooooh. "That… might work. Take a couple to a pawn shop, get ripped off, but still get enough for at least one outfit and enough seed money to start kicking ass at poker and get some cheap food. I mean, I don't sleep, so I could play for eight hours straight tonight."

Dire notes dryly. "Dire thinks you would need a bank account, which we would need to set up first. Given the quality of computer systems, she thinks she could hack one for you relatively easily though." She flicks a gold coin to you absently. "Pawning will work. Will draw attention either way, unless you find a patsy to sell it."

Delta slaps one hand against her forehead. "Oh yeah. Hacking. That works easily enough. Guess I got sidetracked with the Butler AI Stark had. I don't' think most other places would have one of those. I'll poke around news websites, find some rich asshole, and divert some stuff. Anything you want me to do before I dive into that?"

Dire shakes her head, sliding the mask back into place. "NO. DIRE WILL EXAMINE THE EQUIPMENT HERE AND SEE IF THERE IS ANYTHING USABLE WHILE YOU ARE WORKING ON THAT. SECURING A FUNCTIONAL POWER SYSTEM WILL BE HELPFUL FOR A START, FOR RECHARGING OUR EQUIPMENT.
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Delta gives another smile. "I will let you plug into me to charge the armor again, but you'll have to staple me up when you're done." She tucks her ponytail back up, before putting her helmet back on and taking a few steps back to lean against a wall, arms folded across her chest. She abruptly goes still, mind clearly elsewhere, as Dire ponders their next move.